A few open letters
Dear Gap and Old Navy,
You know I love you. My Gap and ON card are practically maxed out. However, I HATE that most of your clothes are shapeless and that I actually have to hem a lot of my purchases. Maybe you should stop pinning the shirts on the mannequins. Deceiving.
Dear Krazy Glue,
Where have you been all my life? Daffodil ring: FIXED!
Dear David,
Since I found your precious gum, you better be on the prowl for mine. Extra Sugarfree Green Apple. You owe me.
Dear Book Club,
I love you. I really do. But when we started playing that UN game online about refugees... things got really weird. Also, I loved that I had to practically carry Brittany home. On that same vein, I'm very happy I had no sleep due to her cat kneading the air mattress, puncturing it and making then making the noise like a kettle of tea whistling it's boil THE WHOLE NIGHT.
Dear Steve Madden,
You may thank me anytime for helping put that down payment on that French Villa. 5 new pairs this year alone. Thank god for eBay. Saved myself $200 or so. You might have been able to pay for it in cash if Nine West boots weren't so amazing.
Dear Nine West boots,
You are too sexy to keep sitting in my closet. I think I need to arrange something just so I can present you to society. Nine West High Black Leather Boots the Debutante.
Dear Day Off,
I hate that I spent you cleaning my room, doing errands and washing Oliver. Let's turn this day around, shall we? Whaddya say to girl's night out or Harry Potter movie party or sushi/salad feasting while catching up on my DVR? How about all of the above.
Peas,
Christina
You know I love you. My Gap and ON card are practically maxed out. However, I HATE that most of your clothes are shapeless and that I actually have to hem a lot of my purchases. Maybe you should stop pinning the shirts on the mannequins. Deceiving.
Dear Krazy Glue,
Where have you been all my life? Daffodil ring: FIXED!
Dear David,
Since I found your precious gum, you better be on the prowl for mine. Extra Sugarfree Green Apple. You owe me.
Dear Book Club,
I love you. I really do. But when we started playing that UN game online about refugees... things got really weird. Also, I loved that I had to practically carry Brittany home. On that same vein, I'm very happy I had no sleep due to her cat kneading the air mattress, puncturing it and making then making the noise like a kettle of tea whistling it's boil THE WHOLE NIGHT.
Dear Steve Madden,
You may thank me anytime for helping put that down payment on that French Villa. 5 new pairs this year alone. Thank god for eBay. Saved myself $200 or so. You might have been able to pay for it in cash if Nine West boots weren't so amazing.
Dear Nine West boots,
You are too sexy to keep sitting in my closet. I think I need to arrange something just so I can present you to society. Nine West High Black Leather Boots the Debutante.
Dear Day Off,
I hate that I spent you cleaning my room, doing errands and washing Oliver. Let's turn this day around, shall we? Whaddya say to girl's night out or Harry Potter movie party or sushi/salad feasting while catching up on my DVR? How about all of the above.
Peas,
Christina